Well, the devil's blowing coal
Through the smokestacks of your mind
Dylan's hanging on the cross
The piano's doing fine
Jacob's on the ladder
Smoking candy cigarettes
The chinaman's got heartburn
And a thousand TV sets
With arms as big as airplanes
He ripped his momma's blouse
The preacher man is hiding now
But we know he's in the house
And you think I've depthed the fathoms
But you'd better guess again
I don't understand these spirits, no
I only channel them
The taxidermist picked me up
At a quarter after ten
He fixed my troubled mind
And then he took me home again
The river's melting quickly
But the sky has disappeared
The Mohicans don't leave nothing
But a single unshed tear
The midway's closing down
But it's been a lovely run
And fifty years means nothing
If the town's been having fun
And you think I've depthed the fathoms
But you'd better guess again
I don't understand these spirits, no
I only channel them